Air
A gentle breath upon my skin.
Your whimsical giggles underpin.
A gentle breeze commands the day
a soft song upon the waterway
Upon the moor from dusk til dawn.
You blow a gale and leap and fawn.
Does your passage conceal a plight?
Whilst you frolic from noon til night.
The mighty storm that you command
It broke the banks and swept the sand
An orchestra you're akin to
with power etched and notated through,
Your time with us upon this earth
is strecthed across our shallow mirth.
And even though u stand presented
We seem content to remain dessented
the truth ignored, a plea misheard
the callowness of man preferred
an echo through the generation
Air still waits for veneration....
Copyright 2007 Matthew Richards
BB Fire Phoenix
Subject: 4 elements: Poem 1- Air 
Thu Nov 08, 2007 3:51 pm
